O man of might, wherefore dost thou

1 O man of might, wherefore dost thou
Thus boast thy self in ill?
The goodness of the mighty God,
Endureth ever still.
2 Thy tongue injurious mischief doth
Presumptuously devise;
And like unto a razor sharp
It works deceitful lies.

3 Thou lovest evil more than good,
More to speak lies than right.
4 O guileful tongue, thou dost in all
Devouring words delight.
5 God shall likewise for evermore
Destroying thee deface:
He shall thee take away and pluck
Thee from thy dwelling place.

Out of the land o' th' living ones
He also will root thee: Selah.
6 The just shall fear and laugh at him
When this thing they shall see.
7 Lo this man made not God his strength;
But put his trust upon
His store of wealth; he strengthned was
In his transgression.

8 But in the house of God am I
Like as an olive green;
In God's benignity for aye
And aye my trust hath been.
9 Because that hou this thing hast done,
I'll praise thee evermore:
And on thy name will wait, for this
Is good thy saints before.

Source: The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New-Testament: faithfully translated into English metre: for the use, edification, and comfort of the saints...especially in New-England (25th ed) #PLII